This week.
I am having the worst week of my adult life.
I don't even want to talk about the nightmare that was taking my dissertation to the binder.
If I had contacted the centre about things a week ago, I would be t.a. ing this fall, but I didn't get around to it so they've already filled all the positions so I won't be. Because I'm an idiot. I suppose the good news is there will probably be a position for me in the Spring. that is, if the government doesn't throw me out. Oh, and if they don't decide I'm a fucking moron after reading my dissertation.
My Welsh class has been cancelled due to insufficient numbers. So, now I'm taking a lesser class that is everyday at 8 in the morning until the end of March.
I have put all this work into a stupid paper that, at the end of the day, is only 45 pages long and that, I was thinking about it this morning that I'm actually a little embarrased and ashamed of it. It could be so much better. I could have done an amazing, incredible job. But, I didn't. I have *hopefully* done a passable job. I spent all this time and money and worry and heartache to create this thing that I'm not even proud of. Which makes me feel like an even bigger idiot.
Okay. I have to walk in the rain all the way to fucking Gabalfa to pick up my fucking dissertation to turn around and walk back up and turn it in.
